The Dragon God Martial Soul's Might, Yue Zhengyu Takes a Loss

Seeing Le Zhengyue's anger, Jiang Nannan instinctively wanted to explain, but before she could speak, Le Zhengyue had already stepped forward.

The Dragon God Martial Soul behind him emitted a terrifying, low dragon roar, and immediately, a vast, abyss-like suppressive force descended.

This kind of suppression was beyond anything Yue Zhengyu could have imagined. At that moment, the Holy Angel Martial Soul behind him flickered, but before it could even manifest a glimmer of light, the terrifying Dragon God struck down with a single palm.

Le Zhengyue did not use the Dragon God's inherited ability, the Dragon God Palm, because it was simply unnecessary.

At this moment, this alone was more than enough.

As the palm descended, the Angel Martial Soul was instantly suppressed, and Yue Zhengyu opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Before he could react, Le Zhengyue had already closed the distance, not even bothering to continue using his Dragon God Martial Soul.

With a punch thrown, the power of the Dragon God condensed, and a terrifying blow slammed directly into Yue Zhengyu's chest.

Yue Zhengyu's body was sent flying backward, soaring nearly three or four meters away.

Feeling that violent, almost surging power, Yue Zhengyu spat out another mouthful of blood.

He looked at his brother, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The Angel power on his body condensed as he stared fixedly at his brother, yet he no longer had the courage to step forward again.

The power carried by that single palm alone had already left him severely injured.

At this moment, Yue Zhengyu could even feel that if Le Zhengyue hadn't held back at the final moment, that palm might have killed him outright.

Feeling the gap between them, Yue Zhengyu gritted his teeth.

He naturally possessed inherited power—the power of a Super Douluo—but he couldn't be sure if that power was real.

Staring at his brother, he had the intention to use that power, but he also understood that once he truly unleashed it, he would be unable to explain himself to the entire family.

How could a teenager suddenly possess the power of a Super Douluo?

He couldn't explain this to his grandfather, nor could he be certain whether those so-called memories were real or false.

Watching Yue Zhengyu, Le Zhengyue decided to stop while he was ahead.

He gave Yue Zhengyu a gentle smile, then grabbed Jiang Nannan and walked away.

This single encounter meant Yue Zhengyu would need at least half a year to recover, which was enough for Le Zhengyue.

Since he didn't intend to continue, he naturally wouldn't keep pestering him.

On the other side, inside the room, after Le Zhengyue pulled Jiang Nannan in and shut the door, he gazed at her, his expression cold.

"Why didn't you resist? Even without using your power, your strength shouldn't be weaker than Yue Zhengyu's."

"You also possess the power of a Super Douluo; even without counting that power, you are not a weak existence yourself."

Staring at Jiang Nannan, Le Zhengyue's tone was icy.

He didn't quite understand the young girl's thoughts; if he hadn't come, did she really intend to be bullied by Yue Zhengyu?

Facing Le Zhengyue's scrutinizing gaze, Jiang Nannan only lowered her head, for she naturally had her own ideas.

If she had really been dragged inside, she would certainly have unleashed her power to resist.

But her perception was also sharp—or rather, her Soft Bone Rabbit Martial Soul was very familiar with Le Zhengyue's aura—and she had sensed his presence in advance, which was the reason she hadn't resisted.

"I felt you coming; you were already at the door, so why didn't you come over to stop him then?"

Jiang Nannan looked at Le Zhengyue as she spoke, wanting to say something, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Must I personally intervene in such matters? I said you are my woman; no one but me can touch you."

"In the future, if you run into Yue Zhengyu and he dares to provoke you, just strike back."

"If you can't beat him, I'll teach you combat techniques to help you win; if you can beat him, just give him a thrashing."

Le Zhengyue looked at Jiang Nannan and spoke bluntly.

He knew nothing of Yue Zhengyu, for no one dwells on a dying man.

He truly had no intention of sparing Yue Zhengyu, and even if he did, the other party could never leave the Angel Family or head south to Shrek Academy—this was something he would absolutely not allow.

After all, once he went there, it would be equivalent to exposing his own deception of Xie Xie, Xu Xiaoyan, and Tang Wulin.

He had ways to deal with this, and since others weren't close to Yue Zhengyu, they wouldn't care about him.

But once Yue Zhengyu went there and mentioned to Tang Wulin that he didn't exist, it would surely attract the attention of Tang Wulin and the others, which was something Le Zhengyue could not accept.

Of course, Le Zhengyue glanced at Jiang Nannan with a complex look; this incident was not without its benefits.

He had actually recorded the scene of Yue Zhengyu proactively provoking Jiang Nannan and preparing to take her to a room.

It wasn't because he had any peculiar hobbies, but because this footage could be shown to Xu Xiaoyan.

Thinking of this, Le Zhengyue fell silent for a second, having no intention of continuing to blame Jiang Nannan.

"Alright, go down. He shouldn't provoke you again; his injuries are severe this time, and he will need at least a month to recover."

Le Zhengyue said, waving his hand.

If he couldn't proceed with the next step of the Angel Inheritance for a month, then Yue Zhengyu would have to follow Yu Xiaogang for lessons during that time.

Thinking of this, it was truly killing two birds with one stone.

Watching Le Zhengyue sit there ignoring her, Jiang Nannan fell silent for a moment. She had a mind to say something, but in the end, she remained silent and turned to leave.

During the afternoon classes, as the time reached four o'clock, Yue Zhengyu appeared in the hall, looking somewhat reluctant.

If Le Zhengyue had arranged this for him, he certainly would have refused, perhaps even cursed at him, but since this matter had been arranged by Le Zhengen, he had no choice. Even he had to come and undergo the training.

Looking at the man sitting at the dining table in the living room, Yue Zhengyu's eyes instinctively held a trace of disdain.

He naturally knew nothing about this "Grandmaster," so he had sent people to inquire about him earlier in the afternoon.

He was initially surprised to hear of the man's background, but upon learning that he was currently cleaning toilets, he found it hard to accept.

Letting a piece of trash who cleaned toilets be his teacher?

If it weren't for his grandfather's orders, Yue Zhengyu would have felt like cursing out loud.

However, as Yue Zhengyu approached, Yu Xiaogang sat there with a stern expression.

He ate the steak in front of him quietly, using his knife and fork to neatly cut a piece and place it into his mouth, his gaze fixed on Yue Zhengyu.

"A true Holy Angel Martial Soul. The Martial Soul is quite excellent, but it is a pity that your character is far too poor."

"There is a saying I feel I must gift to you."

Yu Xiaogang's voice was calm, and he exuded the demeanor of a true master of Martial Souls.

Feeling the aura radiating from Yu Xiaogang, Yue Zhengyu frowned. He felt a rare sense of confusion, as he had never come into contact with such a person before.

He did not understand this Grandmaster, and seeing the man carry such an imposing air, he remained silent for a moment, sitting down and fixing his gaze on Yu Xiaogang.

He wanted to see what kind of words Yu Xiaogang could come up with.

Meeting his gaze, Yu Xiaogang gave a light cough, then stared into his eyes and spoke:

"A man, or rather a man with backbone, may bleed, but he must never shed tears."